Ivy’s POV
The morning light came in slowly through the tall windows. Soft and golden, it made the walls of our chambers glow. I lay still in bed, my hand resting gently on my stomach. It was beginning to show more each day, and I couldn’t stop touching it—like I needed to feel the life inside me to believe it was real.
Leon wasn’t beside me.
His side of the bed was cold, already empty. But I wasn’t surprised. After what happened yesterday—the attack inside the mansion—I knew he wouldn’t sleep much. He had been up all night, walking through the halls, speaking with guards, checking the doors and windows himself.
He was scared. I could feel it in the air. And Leon Nightshade didn’t get scared easily.
I sat up slowly and wrapped myself in a warm robe. The mansion was quiet, too quiet, l
